The touch of his hands sent chills down her spine. She always fel comfortable with him, his touch. He himself was comfortable. His gentle nuzzle sent even more chills through her body, and she pressed herself even closer to his warmth, letting their two bodies touch gently. Her hand ran gently up his spine while the other ran through his hair. She couldn't be happier...
There it was, that feeling. The feeling that someone was coming for her. She couldn't shake it, no matter how hard she had tried. It was hot, very hot. Beads of sweat ran down the delicate features of her porcelaine face, her hair beginning to stick to her cheeks. Why she hadn't cut her hair by now, she didn't know, but that was the least of her worries. Not only did she feel that someone was coming after her, her could feel her own memories start to poke through. She couldn't let that happen, not now, for if she did, there could very much be a massacre. And that was the last thing she needed, to get caught red handed, blood dripping from her blade and hands, with nowhere to turn.
She couldn't even remember how she had gotten to this moon. Had she hitchhiked her way there? Had she snuck onto a ship with no idea where she was headed? There was no way to tell now. With a sigh, West heaved herself from her seat at the bar, placing a bit of money on the counter. She hoped it was enough to pay, otherwise there would be more being coming after her, and one was enough.
She nodded to the bartender and walked out into the sun, more sweat instantly forming on her face. Yes, it was hot in the bar, but even hotter outside. And she was dehydrated. That was going to be an issue if she had to run. Guess getting a drink made of alcohol wasn't the best of ideas... West looked up to the sky, placing her hand above her eyes as if saluting so she could see. She tried to guess the time, but she never knew it anymore. All planets and moons had different times, days, weeks, months, years. There was no way of knowing what time it was anywhere anymore. A sigh escaped her lips and she looked back down at her surroundings. There was nowhere to hide, or to run, just dust and nearly desolate land. No caves, no trees. Just people, and not many, meandering their way around, probably trying to buy and sell, or find crews, or whatever the hell humans did nowadays to survive.
With a small grumble to herself, West began to walk, not knowing where she was going or what she was going to do, but she just let her feet carry her wherever they felt the need to go. This was her life now, traveling illegally to unknown places, never knowing where she was or how she got there, never being able to return to her home or previous location, begging for money for food or drink, and when her memories got the best of her, killing, with no recollection of doing it (sometimes), then running again. She was tired of running, but had no choice. With her memories of her old life really starting to show themselves, she was absentmindedly killing more. Not only that, she was starting to remember who she was killing, and how she did that. She hated that part about herself, because she really was such a sweet girl, very innocent. But there was that one thing keeping her from remaining that innocent girl she was, and even used to be. And there was something inside of her that wanted to get back to that place that changed her forever, and rid the universe of all those people, so no other child had to go through what she did.
Amidst of her thoughts and mindless wandering, she stopped. There was something she could hear, something soothing, that she was sure would calm her. The more she thought, the more the memories came back to her, and the more she felt the need to kill. So she walked toward the sound slowly, taking in which direction it was coming from. What was it?
Walking, walking, walking. It seemed to her that she was walking for hours (probably from her dehydration) before she realized what it was. Music. Soft, gentle, peaceful. And from a guitar, no less. It wasn't often West heard the sounds of a guitar. So she walked up to the young man playing and stared at him with her head tilted. The music was nice, soothing, calming. So, she stared at the man with dirty blonde hair playing, his dog laying peacefully at his side. But then the feeling hit her again, that there was someone after her. She continued to look and stare at him until she realize he was the one coming after her.
So she ran as best as she could away from him. She knew running would be pointless, since she had no energy and desperately needed water. But she was going to try and escape him.